So this is officially chapter two, I hope you guys enjoyed chapter one. Just as a side note, I hope to have this fic finished by Easter, June at the very latest, and have TOAT done by December. Personally this is the type of fic I love to write, full of fantasy and action, gotta love it. And dont forget, please read and review.


Disclaimer : I do not own Inu Yasha and co nor do I own the anime-ic episode 16 where Miroku is introduced, sorry ladies.- But Hasegawa, Ashuri, shes mine :P

Chapter 2

Enter: Pervert!

I am awoken by the faint warmth of a bright sun shine on a mid spring morning, is there a better feeling? I dont think so.

Then a wave of panic arises in my mind, making sitting up more difficult than usual. What time is it?

Peaking outside the flap outside the front door, I face the mountain and calculate the time. It must be about seven thirty... wait.

SEVEN THIRTY? Oh no! Im late

I rush back inside and ruse around my room for my sword, it hadnt been used in years, I remember when picking it up was difficult, and hard to manouver. But I quickly gained some ground using daggers, and decided I would learn swordsman ship after perfecting my daggers, for they help in the process of the swords craft. Combining agility with flexability, deadly arts of utmost importance for someone looking to be great some day.

Finding my sword, I relic in the sight of it shining in the gleam of light of my room, watch as it glistens, almost like the first snow fall of a winter. Its almost angelic. Hard to imagine something this beautiful, can take away something even more paramore. Life.

Rushing outside I start on my three kilometre hike up Mount Tsundrai, where the spar's are being held. I know for a fact, there is very few people attending sense most of the aspiring demon slayers in my village, are already on post. Me being seventeen makes me look, well, for lack of a better word, unmotivated. But thats okay, I kind of prefer to be underestimated, It means I can amaze someone with somethin so simple to me, they believe it to be quite a feet that way.

Arriving at the site, I slow my pace to a fast jog, as I take a look at my surroundings, spotting my sensei, I trot to her side, shes tall for a woman.

"Okay, where do I begin?" I ask, more than anything, anxiously, for the Captain to direct me to my sparing partner.

"You," she spoke, pointing at me, " Take Shinata, and wait for my signal, there are a few prepera--well percausions I must announce, before anyone attacks anyone else." I drugde to my apponent. I know this wouldnt be easy, and would probably be over soon. I havent spared with anyone since I had left for the Western colonies many years ago.

Shinata, that name was passed around quite often these days, as being a prostegious clan. Just my luck. I now have to face an up-and-commer, as they would say back in the West.

She was about five foot seven in height, about one hundred and thirty pounds, lean yet muscular aswell. She wasnt big in all round stature, but deffinatly something to be feared, if nothing, but the reputation of being fast, and sleak, with little to no effort what so ever in the defeat of their apponents, which kind of scares me. Her legs and stomach, slender as was common for people of this era, yet her arms seem to possesing a power of its own. They looked petit, but I know, as much of all demons of this time that have tried to pass her by, they leave some to the imagination, power wise. Short pale hair, down her her mid neck, kind of 'flared' out as some would describe, equaly as purple eyes, yet they seemed to be peircing.

She truley resembled a Goddess, and she held her composure as one aswell, though she is not.

The Hasegawas, on the other hand, are known for their fast reflexes, counter attacks and defensive techniques, personally I dont think I could swing a sword at a boulder and hit it, without being blind folded. However, I hope Lady Masacre will help me out in this one. It is said to be passed down from generation to generation, so many souls must be collected in the rusty thing. I still consider it useless, although I do admit, at one point, I looked up to it, when my ...

I push back the tears that had formed at my mothers rememberance, now is not the place to show weakness. Nor ever for that matter, battle is battle, spar or not.

I slouch as I near my partner, this is going to hurt.

"Okat, here are the rules, first person to accept defeat, or is docked three faults, loses the challenge. Since there are three gakkousei, and three juniors, totalling six, there will be three individual battles. Gakkousei, these three before you, " Captian takes the time to point to the juniors, " are graduates from the past three years, it can take three years to reach just a junior level. After juniors, there are softmores, seniors and Graduates. Thus meaning, it could take up to a total of 12 years, just to get to be in a line of fellow slayers, reversely, it could also take as little as 12 months, depending on your skill and progress level." Captain took a stone out of her bag she had slune over one shoulder.

"The winner, if there is a winner, will then face off against one another, until you come to me," A gasp from the gankkousei was sounded through out the circle of fighters, as regret festered in my stomach.

Shit! I knew there was something I forgot to do today. That old hag! I still need to get her her sharpening tools back

"Dont act so suprised, we dont let just anyone become a slayer. So heres how the points work. Dropping to one knee, which in a fight makes it look like you have given up or are bowing out of respect for the enemy, minus one point. Drop your sword, deliberatly trying to kill a superior during trials, minus two points, dropping a sword of main arm, minus three points. " A sigh of relief fluttered the battle floor, it seemed like this wouldnt be so hard after all.

"Death, immediate disqualification" At this, my heart raced, as I looked up to Shinata, she gave me the most sinister smile I had ever seen.

I raise my hand. " But Captain, you said we cant intentionally swing for death at an inferior officer, what if these juniors try to kill us?"

I thought I had raised a good point, and since Shinata's smile had receited, it must of hit a nerve.

"They wont do that, or they face absolute punishment". I sigh aloud.

Absolute punishment, thats what happened to ... no I cant think of this, not at this time.

I shake my head free of all doubt, this will be the begining.

"Oh and one more thing, after your fight, you must leave, immediatly." Captain took the red stone and threw it up in the air, letting the one point of the rock point to the first two sparers.

"Shinata and Ashuri, your up first". There was no emotion on my face, I had made sure of this, however, I am positive Shinata could see right through my mask. Why not, she was this BIG THING around here.

Shinata sported a slaywed sword, the commonity of these weapon, skipping all thought in my mind, as it was just standard edition after all. When you surpass the level of a junior, thats when you begin the process of elemination of skill, then persuing it.

I held my favored, 'Lady Masacre' to my right, taking the Monotoke style of fighting that my family had perfected years before, I was still in premative stages of this, however. It was perfect for a slayer, who wanted to sit behind and tend wounds in a tent anyway. It was a defense mechanism, cominging reflex with strategy and counter attacks, my families only shining qualities, it would seem.

Okay, so Im a coward...so what?

"Oh and one more thing, dont die" Captains voice was the only sound I could clearly aspire, as the scene fell deathly quite, once more.

And the fight began.

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"You better not be peeking" Kagome sat in the hot springs, speaking from the warmth and security of the water, soaking in the essance of the waves, gently taking away her ebony hair, just to put it back to where it was in the displacing await of the next smooth wave. It was so calming... ever sense coming to the fuedal era, nothing surprised her anymore...

"Why would I look at someone like you?" Kagome sulked a little about how he wouldnt have been so arogant about his response.

...well, almost nothing. That is until she heard a rucuss from behind a rock, just metres away.

The next thing you knew, Kagome was screeching, and Inu Yasha was into the water like a puppy to his bone.

"Whats wrong Kagome? Youkai?" Shippo made his voice known over the commotion.

"Hushhh!" Kagome put her fingers to her lips, whispering a word ot two to Inu Yasha, he took off for the way of the noise.

Kagome blushed as she realized she had been standing out of the water, fully nude to the world, and 'unwillingly prying' eyes of a certain hanyou. She would have to sit him later.

Throwing on her clothes, she put her signature yellow bag over her left sholder, holding Shippo in her right hand, and her bow and quiver over her right sholder, jogging toward where the red slur known as Inu Yasha had disappeared to.

"WIND TUNNEL!". A strange mans voice bellowed over the springs, over the hills and even into the valleys, but what was more amazing was the sudden gusts of wind seemingly flowing to Inu Yasha direction. They were intense. So intense in fact, Kagome, with Shippo in tow, were lifted up and brought down, forcably to the ground before a monk decked out in black and purple.